Set on my journey
To search for deep sorrows,
Crossing the paths of fallen petals,
And strong winds so gentle.
she dreamed of walking down the aisle,
Sitting by the Cascade all this while,
To be with him, counting the wishes,
Throwing the pebbles,
The falls attempt to enliven,
There she sat, with water driving the pebbles,
And her in the peaceful battle.
An island so far,
Scribbles on its shore,
Near the barefooted master,
Being one among the wind,
Her eyes weighing down,
Wishing to look at someone,
No one could ever reach,
Except for the sight of the eye,
So was me, Neither could I.
I met a silent face,
Whose eyes never left the edge,
Sun kissing the sea,
Her lips trembled,
“I wish it were meant for me.”
Her hands went to the heart,
” oh look, he went afar,
Leaving behind this baggage,
The sun will set into the Ocean’s embrace,
you should leave too, Bon Voyage.”